Bird Flies
Bop! Shout! Fingers Pop!
Another bird flies in the park.
A jazz migration, people Hop!
Music passing through. Mark
that time once a year,
When people smile and cheer,
Saxophones soar, cymbals crash,
Improvisation worth more than cash.
People cool in fun clothes, a slick hat.
Sunday revelry, Angels scat.
Shades in attendance, no shadows cast,
We should have known it wouldn’t last.
Fold up that chair, head for the train,
Come back next year for Jazz, again, again …
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peter radley
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The 25th annual Charlie Park Jazz Festival is today in Tompkins Square Park from 3-7 p.m.
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